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Sunday, April 04, 2004

It's an hour later than it should be. The last thing I need is a 23-hour day, what with all the work I've got to do. Nonetheless, I'm here now, and I can't stop thinking about anteaters.

Anteaters are the coolest fucking animals ever.

Since we talked about them in the editing class on Thursday, I can't get them out of my head. I think I maybe forgot they were an actual species. Things I've learned about them so far:

Not to be confused with aardvarks, which live in Africa and whose name means "dirt pig" in Afrikaans, anteaters are native to Mexico and South America. They eat ants. The have a prehensile tail that they can use to navigate through tree branches. And the largest species, the Giant Anteater, can be eight feet long. They also have long, smooth fur, like those prissy dogs that rich people always walk on State Street. No, not poodles — the other kind.

The girl in class said they've got one at the Santa Barbara Zoo. Technically, she called it an aardvark, but I think she was mistaken. In any case, that anteater is my new mission.